Chapter 3: Finding Sophia

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We were stuck. We watched as the walkers passed by us. Shane tightened his grip on his gun. Who knows how long we would be under this truck.

We were silent. Then a walker fell to the ground and I gasped a little. Daryl must've shot it because there was an arrow in its head. Shane quickly pulled me closer to him and put his hand over my mouth. It started to hurt so I squeezed his arm to let him know but he wouldnt let go.

The moans and groans started to die down. Still, we stayed under for a few seconds to be sure. Shane took his hand away from my mouth. Then we heard a scream. Sophia. Everyone got out from under the cars.

Rick followed Sophia down into the woods. What happened?

"Lori there's two walkers after my baby!" Carol was crying and running but Lori pulled her back.

"Oh my god." I ran up to Lori and Carol.

"Shh, shh, shh." We were trying to calm Carol down.

Andrea came out of the RV, her face and neck covered with blood. I quickly made my way over to her.

"What happened? Are you bit?" I frantically asked her.

"Im fine, a walker came into the RV but I killed it. What happened?" She looked even worse than before.

Now we just had to wait for Rick and Sophia to come back.

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It had been only been a day since Sophia went missing. Today Daryl and I were going to look for her. Ugh. I dont mind looking for Sophia. I would do anything to find the sweet little girl. The problem was Daryl. He's an asshole, he's frustrating, he's stubborn. But I would never admit to anyone that I have some feelings for him.

"Pick up the pace."

"Im right behind you."

"Exactly. You should be right up here next to me."

"Why does it matter how fast or slow im going anyway? We're supposed to be looking for Sophia and not worrying how slow Annabelle is walking."

"Whatever." He chuckled.

"Woah. Daryl Dixon just chuckled?"

"Why's that so hard to believe?"

"Really? Thats not even a question."

"Look, I may be stubborn sometimes but I can have a good time."

"Yeah like the first night at the CDC when you got shitfaced drunk?" A walker came in our direction and I ran up and stabbed it in the head.

"Look. Footprints. These could be Sophia's." He was right they looked small enough.

"These could be hers but we cant follow them forever."

"Why not?"

"Because for all we know these could be anyone's. We should make our way back to the highway and tell Rick and Shane what we found."

"How many damn kids could possibly be running around the woods by themselves?" I could tell he was getting angry.

"Its getting dark out anyway, we should head back."

"Whatever." He said under his breath.

Why was he getting so angry? Whatever. I didnt care. All I cared about was finding sophia. We were silent. The woods were beautiful. The trees were so tall and green and it smelled like a big storm had just passed. But something wasn't right. It felt as if someone was watching us.

"Daryl. I dont have a good feeling about being out here-"

Someone grabbed me from behind and pointed their gun to my head, "What's the problem honey?"

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